Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kosovo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Susan Cadogan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Television,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.